Movement in Pi

Movement in Pi (π)

It is a poet’s most dreaded moment

When there is nothing to write

The entire world within is dead

Which makes all things without the same

Even though the sun shines brightly

Even though the grass is being mowed

Even as the wasps and bees swirl around the window panes

And the ceiling fan just quietly keeps going around

I am much more like that fan right now

Though I don’t think dead things go in circles

So maybe there is a hope after all

Just the fact there is a movement in pi (π)

Is enough to bring a spark of life

So once again I see the plan

That even in the midst of the dreaded death

There is nothing to write, but there is nothing but life

I just love the Circle